I don't mean miracle in the religious sense, but I have witnessed things that were rare and beautiful. At the time never realizing how unlikely I'd ever see the same event in my lifetime.
One memory from my childhood occurred while spending the summer on my grandmother’s farm. It had been raining for what I remember as at least a full week. The rain ended, but the sky was still covered in dark heavy clouds. As I lay on my back, a small tear in the clouds above me showed a ragged patch of blue. Within no more than two minutes, the clouds shredded themselves into small wisps and disappeared over the horizon. It was amazing and I’ve spent the rest of my life waiting to see it happen again.
I have a few more of these small gems tucked away in my memory. I wonder whether anyone else has similar memories they would like to share.
One memory from my childhood occurred while spending the summer on my grandmother’s farm. It had been raining for what I remember as at least a full week. The rain ended, but the sky was still covered in dark heavy clouds. As I lay on my back, a small tear in the clouds above me showed a ragged patch of blue. Within no more than two minutes, the clouds shredded themselves into small wisps and disappeared over the horizon. It was amazing and I’ve spent the rest of my life waiting to see it happen again.
I have a few more of these small gems tucked away in my memory. I wonder whether anyone else has similar memories they would like to share.






